"Modi! Morty! Pain! Pain! ”

"Your Highness, how are you?"

"I still have a bottle of Total Recovery Elixir here!"

Surrounded by all the women, Mo Wen silently poured the rejuvenation potion, and then endured the tingling sensation of the bones a little bit, the crispy and numb feeling made him a little painful, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, the pain in his body at this time was far less than the damage in his heart.

He actually lost, and he lost to Bruce, a defeated man.

His fingers clenched the ground tightly, and Mo Wen left deep scratches on it.

His gaze was on Bruce.

Also took out a bottle of comprehensive recovery potion and poured it, Bruce was also enduring the pain caused by Mo Wen, unlike Mo Wen, his injuries showed no signs of healing under the effect of the recovery potion, Gracewald's redeeming power was by no means something he could recover in a short time, and even whether he could recover was a question, he was only making one last effort for a moment of fighting.

As if sensing Mo Wen's gaze, Bruce just smiled, he stood up and looked at Mo Wen.

"Last resort, you shouldn't have lost!"

That was the last move for the two to fight, no matter from the perspective of their own strength, equipment and physical condition, Mo Wen had an absolute advantage, but in the end, Mo Wen lost.

Because he's not ruthless enough!

In the last move, Bruce smashed the Soul Breaker towards Mo Wen as if he were all gone.

With the situation of the two at that time, the final blow was undertaken. Bruce is bound to die, but Mo Wen can die or be seriously injured.

But at the last minute. Between offense and defense, Mo Wen hesitated, he could not care about Bruce's life or death, but he couldn't accept his own death, even if it was only half possible.

So he was defeated and was bombarded by Bruce's move to the point where he lost the ability to continue fighting.

Watch as Bruce dragged his mangled body to the altar step by step.

Mo Wen suddenly said coldly: "Go up like this." You're going to die! ”

Bruce's footsteps stopped, and he burst out laughing.

There was no trace of confusion in his eyes when he looked at Mo Wen, but there was pity.

- "You still don't understand! ”

Mo Wen's lips clenched. The whole head was lowered, the person seemed to be in the shadows, and a depressing darkness emanated from him, making people shudder.

When Gina saw this, she wanted to say something. But Lillian gave her a sharp look. "It's his problem, don't meddle!"

Gina froze for a moment and stopped talking, but glanced at Mo Wen worriedly, she who signed a contract with Mo Wen, could feel the suppressed madness in Mo Wen's heart, and a series of stimuli had made him, the master, a little unbearable.

Aware of the great power that seems to be about to awaken, like the sea before the storm. Gina secretly smiled bitterly in her heart, this time it was too big. They seem to have inadvertently unleashed a monster that is even more terrifying than the demon god.

On the altar, Bruce fell to one knee reverently, smeared blood on his cheek, and read the sacrifice aloud.

"O ancient heroic spirit who guards the sacred mountain of Arret, I, the barbarian Bruce. Tuke, may you put your blood and weapons through the Holy Trial, and share your glory with fearless courage and extraordinary strength, so awake! Ancient people! The most outstanding hero of the Barbarian clan! ”

With Bruce's words, the three stone statues suddenly trembled, the ice and snow on their heads continued to slide down, and the whole body emitted golden light, and the three statues turned into flesh and blood glowing human beings.

Three big men of nearly four meters shouted together.

"We are the souls of Nefaring, the people of antiquity. We have been chosen to guard Mount Sacred Arret, where the World Stone is located. Not many of us have been able to stand until now; And even fewer are able to grasp what it really does. Before you can enter, you must defeat us. ”

With the Immortal King's hammer in his hand, Bruce's eyes burned with fire.

"I'm not going to lose!"

And the ancient man in front of him also looked at this warrior covered in blood.

"Are you ready? Warrior? The Heroic Spirit with the Great Axe suddenly spoke, looking at Bruce's scars, "We have all seen the battle you just had, you are worthy of the title of Barbarian, and your bravery has convinced us all. ”

"But once the trial begins, we will never show mercy, even if the opponent is already scarred, we will do our best, so you will most likely die!"

The heroic spirit holding the sword and shield on the side also said, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

And the last barbarian with a throwing axe looked at Mo Wen.

"It's a pity, that talent! There is the strength of the strong, but there is no matching heart! ”

"Madolph, what do you care about that shit? A heartless barbarian is not even as good as a bedbug! Glancing disdainfully, Mo Wen was the barbarian with the great axe and thumped his chest at Bruce.

"Whatever the outcome of this battle, Warrior, I-Kolik will always remember your name!"

"Yes, whether you win or lose, I, Talik, am willing to share with you the highest glory of the barbarians!"

Madolph also raised his axe and gave Bruce a respectful salute.

Bruce was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and the Immortal King's Soul Breaker swirled in a whirlwind once more.

"Ancestors! The glory of the barbarians will be obtained with my own hands, so come, let's fight! ”

Laughing maniacally, Bruce rushed at the three barbarian Heroes.

And the audience listened to the ridicule of the ancient people, Mo Wen's head was lowered, and there was a biting cold air on his body, and even Voliya, who was usually closest to him, didn't dare to approach-

At sunset, on the top of Mount Arret, the fiercest battle is being fought.

Dragging his mangled body, Bruce fearlessly confronts three of the most illustrious heroes in the history of the Barbarians.

The Immortal King's Soul Crusher, with its unrelenting power, blasted Coric's head, while Tarik's sword pierced Bruce's chest.

With a roar, the barbarian's roar shook Talik away, only to be met by Madalk's throwing axe.

Reckless! Whirlwind of Death!

Bruce is like a tireless weapon of battle.

Attacking, attacking, attacking!

Amid the wails of the Soul Crusher, Tarik's chest shattered with the Barbarian's strongest divine weapon.

Dragging his tattered body, Bruce grabbed Madoc by the neck and let the axe plunge into his heart, his hand slamming hard.

With a crisp click, Maddock's head twisted in the other direction.

In a burst of golden light, the last Heroic Spirit was transformed back into a statue.

The three golden statues seemed to show the glory of the blues, as if they sounded from the sky, and the voices of the three barbarian heroic spirits echoed at the same time.

"Bruce. Tuke, you're a complete hero! We would like to share our glory with you, and let you go into the depths of Mount Arret, where the World Stone is placed, and the sacred place of our people! May the glory of the barbarians be with you, and may your deeds endure for generations. ”

The voice was low, but with a hint of sadness, as if the Holy Spirit of the three barbarians had a premonition of something.

Walking up to the altar alone and silently, Mo Wen looked down at Bruce lying there, blood gushing out of his chest, and the throwing axe had pierced through his heart.

"Is it worth it?"

Mo Wen's gaze was like a pool of stagnant water.

Bruce laughed, blood spitting out of his mouth.

"You, you don't understand—"

"I don't understand anything!" Mo Wen suddenly became excited, and he almost roared and shouted, "You died here!" And the world is about to be ruined, who do you think will remember what you did! ”

There was a brief silence, and Bruce looked at Mo Wen with a smirk.

"What if the world, the world, is ruined? What about what I've done that no one knows? What if honor and pride no longer exist? At least at this moment the pride in my heart does not need anyone to affirm that I am a barbarian, even if at the last moment I am killed in the way of a barbarian, even if our tribe is ruined and the world is destroyed by it - I have a clear conscience! Because that's what barbarians are! Savage, ignorant, but with pride hidden in the bones! ”

He looked at the tattoo on Mo Wen's face, his eyes full of mockery.

"Modi. Seattle! You have savage blood, but you're just a bastard by talent! The pride of the barbarians, - you don't understand! ”

- With the victor's smile, Bruce closed his eyes.

Light snow began to fall in the sky.

At the top of Mount Arret, Mo Wen looked at Bruce's corpse and was speechless for a long time. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the monthly pass of Wind Tears and Deep Sea 2.

In addition, the last chapter was sprayed so badly.,But it should be said that this is the darkness in the author's heart.,Maybe it's not written to everyone's taste.。 But in fact, I can see so many speeches in the book review area, even if they are sprayed, I feel much better than before, and I didn't reply to a single reply after writing several chapters at that time, and I feel quite depressed.

In addition, I'm not a big god.,I can only write hard.,If you don't write well, please bear with me.。